Chapter 48: Island Paradise!
My name is Michael, I was born on this island without any parents. I found myself lying on the beach in the sand surrounded by rocks.
At first I thought I got stranded while out at sea but then I quickly realized I hadn't actually been on a boat before in my life. So getting here was a bit confusing.
After a few minutes of sifting through my memory I realized that I… Had died.
…
The cause of death was a simple one. I was sick and then it happened. The end.
Or I guess this isn't the end?
I looked at myself and realized that most of my calluses and scars were gone… my hands were also small and soft too. I guess I'm a kid again? I wish I had a mirror.
After a couple of minutes doing nothing I decided to look around. Eventually I would need food and water, so I started looking.
After about an hour of searching I found something peculiar. It was the body of a giant wooly mammoth. At least it looked like one, although this one clearly had a lot of moss and pink flowers on it. I'm sure it was beautiful when it was still alive but now it's been torn open by predators.
"Why wasn't it finished?"
I looked at it a little closer until I noticed something shiny hidden behind its entrails. I'm no stranger to getting dirty so I stuck my hand in while swatting the flies away.
Yeah, I used to work a lot of filthy jobs. My motto was, 'If you don't want to do it, I'll do it.'
I've waded through human feces more times than I can count. That's probably why I died single… and a virgin.
Anyways after I grabbed the thing I noticed it was some kind of ball?
[CONGRATULATIONS YOU FOUND A: DUNGEON CORE]
"Huh?"
I was about to ask more about it until the notification went off again.
[YOU HAVE DISCOVERED A DUNGEON CORE! CONGRATULATIONS! HERE IS YOUR PRIZE!]
[CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE FOUND YOUR MAIN BODY!]
[AS YOUR PRIZE YOU NO LONGER ABIDE BY DUNGEON LAW! YOU DON'T NEED A MASTER! YOU ARE THE MASTER!]
[CONGRATULATIONS! YOU ARE NOW THE DUNGEON MASTER!]
What?! What the heck is this?!
"I'm a dungeon core?! How?!"
I don't know what's happening but fortunately living my life as a virgin with no friends paid off. I know enough about fantasy worlds to know that I might be able to figure out the problem.
"Appraisal!"
After a few seconds of waiting I decided to use a new word.
"Status!"
[CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE BEEN REBORN!
Name: Michael
Age: 1 hour
Lvl: 2
Race: Dungeon core (Human form)
Super: Mage
Racial trait: Increased longevity
Skills:
Dungeon builder lvl MAX
Dungeon whisperer lvl MAX
Dungeon management lvl MAX
Unique skills:
Treasure Finder lvl MAX
{Description: Once you have procured a valuable piece of treasure you will be rewarded in randomized Skills, Equipment, Gold or Levels.}
Blessing: Go Fo Al Bee'ray- God of treasures and adventure.
{Description: Increased Luck when finding treasures. Ability can be passed onto subjects in a weaker form.}]
Holy crap! I don't remember being blessed by a god. What's with that name anyway? He/she doesn't sound like a god from my world.
Wait?! This thing swallowed my core! You bastard! You nearly killed me before I could even wake up… but thanks for the level up I guess.
After I was done panicking inside I decided to kick the stupid mammoth.
"I'm glad you choked on it you prick!"
Alright I need to calm down… I need food and water. I also have to put this thing somewhere safe.
I looked at the dungeon core wondering what I was supposed to do with it until I realized that dungeon cores belong in caves right? So I have to look for a cave? I don't have time for this.
I hate this so much!
After looking around for a while I finally found something that looked promising. It wasn't a cave, it was more like… a den?
"At least it'll keep the rain from getting through. I really should've read more survival books."
…
After I placed the core on the ground and hid it under some leaves I decided to look around the island for anything to eat. I found some fruits and coconuts, but that was about it.
When I was done gathering I decided to bring the food back and eat before I moved on to the beach. It was getting dark so I decided to head to the beach and relax.
I feel like I should start a fire but I don't really know how. Not to mention it's pretty warm already. I'm sure it'll be fine.
…
I've been here for about three days now and I still haven't been able to make a fire. I keep rubbing sticks together but nothing is happening.
…
Two weeks have passed and I'm finally able to start a fire.
Until I forgot to throw more kindling in it.
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One month has passed and I'm starting to become a real pro at this survival thing.
I am alone.
…
I've been here for three months… I don't get sick and my clothes are pretty worn down. It doesn't help that I came here in some old sweat pants and a t-shirt.
Which by the way, I consider a miracle because I usually sleep in the nude.
Imagine if I came here naked. How hilarious would that be!
I'm going to die here.
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Six months and I've just now decided to put a fence around my home. Some cat-like creatures started snooping around. I wanted to catch one because they look so cute.
After I built the fence I realized how worthless it was… Who knows, it may come in handy against bigger predators!
Maybe I should tear it down so they can eat me…
…
Almost a year has gone by and I've done pretty well for myself… I've had a few panic attacks… maybe a few suicide attempts… but it's all fun and games at the end of the day! Hahaha. Fun.
After repeating my normal routine, I wake up, masturbate, eat some fruits, tend to my garden, play with my cat, (I caught the cat) and then I go fishing on the beach.
Except unlike today something happened.
I saw two ships out at sea! Two! Oh sweet mother of god! I'm free!
I started jumping around waving my hands in the air like a crazy person.
I saw the two ships next to each other until something happened. The one on the left exploded in a ball of fire.
"Oh shit."
The other ship began shooting at the burning ship with several volleys of firepower. The burning ship threw some attacks back but it was clear the ship on the left was quickly sinking.
After a few minutes I decided that it was best to hide somewhere so I wouldn't be seen. I didn't know who they were but it was clear something bad happened.
…
After a few hours I decided to get out of my little hut (I have a hut now) and check out the aftermath.
When I reached the beach I noticed debris everywhere. Planks of wood are scattered all over the place… as well as a few bodies.
I thought some were still alive but after looking around I didn't see any evidence of it. Most of these guys were burnt to the crisp. However, there was one person that actually looked more intact than the others.
She had a few slight burns here and there but for the most part she looked fine. Maybe she died from shock?
"Agh… Toe… See"
Holy crap! She's not dead!
…
A few hours later I finally managed to drag her back to my hut. She was kinda heavy and it didn't help that I had the body of a 12 year old.
She finally woke up a few minutes ago but she isn't talking to me.
Not like it matters, I don't think she even understands me. I'm pretty sure she speaks a different language.
Great, all this time alone and I still have no one to talk to.
"…um"
Yeah that's all I got. I've never been good with girls but being on an island alone for this long hasn't helped.
It's even worse because every time I try to talk she backs away and turns her head.
She's kinda rude honestly. I've even fed her some of my onion and banana soup. At least I think that's what they are.
Also that's probably why she doesn't talk to me. This thing tastes absolutely horrible. It tastes like a chunky smoothie filled with worms.
…
A few days pass and she still hasn't opened up. She doesn't talk to me. She doesn't listen to me. She doesn't work. She doesn't DO anything. She just eats my food and stays silent the whole time.
I know she can talk. She asked for Toe-see (which I assume means help,) but now she's unwilling to help me? I'm breaking my back here while she watches me work.
I want to say something but every time I speak she glares at me and I'm barely able to get a whisper out.
Honestly she scares me. I don't know why but I feel like if I stop trying to feed her she might try to hurt me. Maybe I'm being paranoid but I don't think she likes me.
Seriously, weren't elves supposed to be more open and polite? At least I'm assuming she's an elf… she has long pointy ears but knowing her she probably uses them to stab people.
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A few days later and still nothing. She doesn't talk to me and I haven't been able to relieve myself in two weeks!
She's always watching me, and not in a flirtatious way. More like a 'try me bitch' way.
I need to say something to her. Do something.
Or I can keep fishing and hope for the best.
No! I have to do something. I have to say something! I'm going to stand up to her!
I stormed my way back to my hut and opened the door (slowly and quietly) to look for the girl whose name I still didn't even know.
When I arrived (silently because I was scared of her) I noticed her with a knife in her hand and she was cutting her wrist!
I was going to stop her because I thought she was depressed or something until I realized she was hovering over something. Something VERY important.
"What are you doing!? Let go of that!"
I quickly ran up to her and tried to snatch the dungeon core in her hand, but when I did she did the one thing I always knew she would do.
She attacked me.
Unfortunately I didn't expect her to attack me now of all times, especially since I was too distracted with the core.
I tried backing away at the last second but she still nicked me on the throat before dropping the core. I quickly grabbed it before it broke right on the nick of time.
I backed away slowly while touching my throat to see how bad it was.
It's definitely going to need stitches, I was bleeding pretty badly. I tried keeping the pressure while backing away slowly. Away from the lunatic who kept glancing at me and the dungeon core.
"You're insane! How long have you- ack fu-ck!"
It's hard to talk and it's even harder to breathe. How long has she been messing around with my stuff?
I was about to leave but the blood loss was making me dizzy. I fell over and leaned on the wall while she just stared at me coldly with an emotionless stare.
She tried grabbing the core from my hands but I grabbed it with both of my hands. I'd rather destroy the thing then let this bitch have it.
I squeezed the core around my chest hoping to break it until it started glowing brightly.
[DUNGEON CORE ACTIVE]
[STATUS: READY TO PLACE]
I was shocked when it started to glow and I didn't have enough energy to break it. After hearing the notification again after such a long time I looked up at the elf only to see a look of panic and fury.
I was drifting in and out of sleep until I started to hear loud words of panic. I don't know what she was planning but fuck her. I'm going to sleep, hopefully forever.
This world sucks.